Only after the stone gate opened did the halo around the Ghost Capital Token slowly dissipate, though the token remained suspended in midair.
Huang Xiao stepped forward, caught the Ghost Capital Token in his hand, and tucked it back into his robes.
"A burial ground!" Huang Xiao drew a sharp breath when he saw what lay beyond the stone gate.
Before him was a vast stone chamber packed with stone coffins. They were jet-black from end to end, and by Huang Xiao's rough count, there were at least a hundred.
This was clearly a burial chamber, and one used for a collective burial at that.
Could this be where those masters of the Ghost Spirit Sect from ten thousand years ago were buried? Huang Xiao wondered.
He had never expected the formation to bring him somewhere like this.
No wonder he had sensed such an eerie chill from the very beginning.
Fortunately, he was a man of the Jianghu, so these stone coffins would not frighten him.
Huang Xiao looked ahead, toward the far end of the stone chamber.
There was an open area there, and at its center, Huang Xiao saw an enormous stone coffin.
This coffin was at least three times the size of the others.
"There's something there!" Huang Xiao's eyes sharpened as he cried out.
He had spotted something else beside the enormous stone coffin.
Without hesitating, Huang Xiao carefully threaded his way through the gaps between the densely packed coffins and reached the open area at the back.
Huang Xiao approached the enormous stone coffin. Before it stood a stone stele, about three feet tall and a foot and a half wide, grayish-black all over.
Beside the coffin was a stone box measuring three feet in both length and width, and half a foot thick.